The Sherlockian

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Fan edit of Kaz Brekker.

Mrs. Hudson brings Sherlock biscuits and tea to eat when he gets the Carl Powers epiphany. And she brought him some shopping after John left to Sarah's (she leaves a receipt or something on the table and takes stuff out from a green bag). And in Scandal in Belgravia she's cleaning their fridge.

Mrs. Martha "I'm-not-your-housekeeper" Husdon, ladies and gents. Ugh, I love her

John dresses like a uni student when he goes to meet Mycroft. Seriously. He looks adorable.

Also, Mycroft’s office is really cozy, especially compared to his office in later seasons, and the desk set-up is cool. In fact, Mycroft is so much nicer and chill in S1. And he’s like relatively relieved and happy in his reactions when John tells him Sherlock’s looking into the case. I mean, woah. And at the end Sherlock says he was over the moon. His mannerisms too. Leaning against the desk. Like. I don’t know, but compared to other seasons, the Mycroft for so many reasons is just so chill. Anyone else think so?

And haha, Sherlock was right when he said Mycroft has a root canal. He touches his mouth and winces while he’s briefing John.

Also… Sherlock dissected one of the shoes. What?! Seriously, zoom in on the photo. Shoe laces, shoe sole etc.

Sherlock has a contact at the Home Office (he calls them during the Connie Prince case with Mrs Hudson and Greg at the flat), and he checks Interpol? Cool. Like. He’s got resources.

Andrew West photos on the wall with the other cases. Like, unless John put them there, Sherlock’s been solving this case all along and following John like he said.

Two appearances of the Vermeer painting in the background before Sherlock mentions it during the case. 1. When he argues with John about the blog in the beginning of TGG, and before John switches the tv to Connie Prince news. Nice touches.

Also after intervening Andrew West’s wife, John pulls his collar up. 😉 And so do Sherlock when he goes to the gallery and wears the security guard uniform.

Let’s talk TGG, like… imagine you’re John. You’re an exhausted army doctor who’s been treating probably the flu all day, and you bike home or take a cab. You’re ready to eat and maybe watch some telly and crash into bed.

But no. You get home, and there are fricken gunshots ringing out. Oh my God! Is your flatmate in danger? Is he shooting someone? Yes. He is… but not someone. A wall. He’s shooting a wall which for someone reason had it coming. You’re glad Sherlock doesn’t fight to give you the gun. Maybe it’ll look up from here. Ya lock the British Army Browning L9A1 in the safe, and you realize for the millionth time that your flatmate is mad but you’ve kinda ceased to care.

Then woah! The table is a mess. You’re not cleaning that up. You’ll eat in the armchair. But eat what? That is the question. Sherlock probably didn’t cook or get takeout or shop, or even eat, but you ask him anyway. It’s a kinda rhetorical question.

Without a suspicion you open the fridge and WHAT IN THE GILES?!

You shut it quickly. You might faint. Is it PTSD? A hallucination? Real? You summon courage and yank the door open, and yes, it’s a real head. You shut the door like you’re dreaming. Like what did I just see? You forgot you’re even hungry. Sherlock acts like it’s a perfectly normal thing to do! Then you remember he’s mad and you’re kinda over it. It is what it is. You’re tired.

Then you get a rant from Sherlock who’s acting like a five-year-old because you stated literal facts, how he’s ignorant about stuff he doesn’t care about which he proves in said rant. You wrote about your first case, and the only thing he can’t argue with is the clever title.

That’s it. You’re done for tonight. Fudge it. And Sherlock even has the audacity to ask where you’re going like… You’re not even gonna explain now. The emotional intelligence translator needs a vacation.

And… woah. John didn’t even eat anymore. Imagine being him. I cannot further to can 🤦🏼‍♀️ 😂 Dude just wanted to get home and eat and then sleep. But there were gunshots, chemicals, severed heads, and a mad 5-year-old who’s insulted for an inane reason. Being Sherlock’s flatmate is hard 🤌🏻

Extra details:

That yellow spray paint can on the table from the Blind Banker is there too (and an paper file container tied with a string probably full of old case notes). Imagine in his boredom Sherlock was like, “Let’s paint a smiley face so it can annoy me because I don’t have a case”, which is probably why the wall had it coming 😂 Don’t smile at Sherlock Holmes when he’s bored, even if you’re just a bloody wall!! 🤦🏼‍♀️

Ooh, and before Sherlock mentions the Vermeer painting in the middle of the episode, you can see him reading the pamphlet about The Lost Vermeer while he’s arguing with John. Just thought it was a cool detail.

And set analysis:

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Like… that table looks sus. There’s a weird yellow liquid. A bread from a bakery, the purple thing. Experiment? Or quick bite to eat while you handling literal chemicals? And then there’s a book… probably with obscure knowledge on the 100,027 different types of mold. And what is leaning against the window?

1. Big ass beaker.

2. Another beaker that contains with an umbrella and/or an old spraying device.

3. A fricken dead plant in a small clay vase in a bigger clay vase. 

4. A big weird red cup.

And

5. I think I found where the rum’s gone because what else could that bottle be other than a vintage bottle of rum with a dusty wax covering?

The set is cozy but also fricken eccentric 🤣 I can’t. It’s like Sherlock hoards random objects and/or souvenirs that only he knows why he keeps.